Story goes that sometime in the late 1800’s a Mr. JK Graves, banker, formerDubuque,IAmayor, and former state senator, reached the point in his life at which he looked forward to a nap after lunch. Problem was that his office was at the bottom of a cliff and house atop. Buggy ride took half hour one way.
Mr. Graves had been to Europewhere he’d seen inclined railways and decided thus to address the sleep deficit issue. What you see here is not original equipment, but is a bit worse for wear. Not scary though.
Rises from a neat little neighborhood nook for a whimsical short journey up to summit pay station where a nice lady asks “one way or round trip?”. I could always use a nap, but my bed was more than a funicular away. “Round trip”.
View, as you can see, was spectacular. Those who traverse our fine state via I-80 might marvel at our agricultural prowess – or maybe just yawn – but either way get nary a notion of myriad unique opportunities for non-farm scintillation. Arcane though some may be.
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